She Came To My Concert

Fuck? ? ?

Zhu Wenshu gasped.

In her impression, Ling Chen in high school was a very withdrawn person.

He is always alone, has no friends, does not like to talk, and always sits in the last row.

Moreover, he has a bad temper, either keeping silent or perfunctory.

Boys don't like him even more, Zhu Wenshu occasionally heard someone say that he is poor, and he doesn't know what to pull.

Later, he came to school with injuries from time to time. No one knew the reason, and there were no explanations from him when rumors spread.

All curiosity will eventually calm down, and the students gradually get used to his solitary life, and no one has the willpower to pry open this cold lock.

What's more, Zhu Wenshu, who always sat in the first row because he didn't want to wear glasses, was far away from Ling Chen.

The two have been classmates for three years, and they can count on ten fingers the words they have said, which probably included a few words of "excuse me" and "thank you".

To her, the existence of Lingchen in high school was just a name that regularly appeared in the class list, and there was no sense of existence other than that.

So she always felt that Ling Chen was just an ordinary high school student with better looks but less temper.

Now it seems that she is still sloppy.

It turned out that he didn't come to school very much in the late third year of high school because he became a father? ?

Zhu Wenshu seemed to have been petrified, he just stood there motionless.

Ling Siyuan still hugged Ling Chen tightly, turned her head quietly, opened one eye, and glanced at Zhu Wenshu.

"Teacher...it's already dark, your parents will be worried if you don't go home again."

"?"

Zhu Wenshu was finally brought back to God by this sentence.

She lowered her eyes, and her mood changed a thousand times, but she did not forget the main purpose of coming here today.

"Teacher isn't going home right now, I want to talk to you..." She really couldn't say the word "Dad", so she could only look directly at Ling Chen, "Let's talk."

As if he didn't see Zhu Wenshu's meaningful eyes, Ling Chen said nonchalantly, "Okay."

This exchange made Siyuan confused.

He furrowed his brows tightly, his eyeballs gurgling, and just as he was thinking about what to do next, someone patted the back of his head.

"Go get the teacher a glass of water."

Alas, I don't know what to do.

Ling Siyuan let out a "huh" and ran to the kitchen without changing his shoes.

Then Ling Chen raised his chin and signaled Zhu Wenshu to follow him in.

"Please come in."

In this area where every inch of land is expensive, the house of Ling Siyuan's family is surprisingly large, and it is still a duplex.

The decoration looks very simple at first glance, but actually took a lot of thought and probably cost a lot of money.

Of course, it can also be seen that there are children in the family.

The huge living room was so full of toys that it was hard to find a place to stand, let alone a sofa.

Ling Chen probably didn't keep this in mind.

He had reached the living room, only to realize that there was no room for people to sit here, he paused for a moment, then turned his head and walked in another direction.

"Come to the study."

The study is not much better than the living room.

It's just that what is piled up is not toys, but all kinds of miscellaneous things.

And I don't see any musical and artistic temperament, but they are all full of commercial taste.

A few album covers of Ling Chen hung on the wall, and there was a whiteboard beside the computer desk, which seemed to be filled with schedule notices and the like.

The only source of light in the room is the floor lamp next to the sofa.

After Ling Chen came in, he looked around hastily, then walked to the sofa, and swept all the paper documents on it to the corner.

Then he turned around and said, "Please sit down."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

She was both disgusted and curious, and sat on the corner of the sofa with her hands tucked in her thighs, restraining her desire to look at the big star's residence.

Ling Chen felt much more at ease. With one hand in his pocket, he bowed down on the sofa and picked up a piece of paper to look at it. He probably didn't understand what it was, so he threw it aside casually, and then sat down.

"Are you Ling Siyuan's head teacher?"

"To be precise, I am Ling Siyuan's Chinese teacher."

While speaking, Zhu Wenshu quietly looked at him several times.

But I couldn't see any difference in his expression.

This is, didn't you recognize her?

"Because the former head teacher is on maternity leave, I will take the place of the head teacher temporarily."

Ling Chen still had no expression fluctuations, so calm that he even nodded towards her indifferently.

"Hello."

Do you want to remind me?

But it would be embarrassing if she still didn't remember her old classmate after reminding her.

Zhu Wenshu hesitated for a while, then said, "My surname is Zhu."

The word was deliberately emphasized.

Ling Chen really looked up at her.

"Ok--"

"Congratulations, teacher."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."

I didn't even think about it like this, I guess I completely forgot about it.

never mind.

Let's get down to business first.

Zhu Wenshu tucked the hair that blocked his eyes behind his ears, sat up straighter, and looked at Ling Chen seriously.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I don't usually see you, so I took him home today and wanted to talk to you about his situation by the way.

condition. "

Different from Zhu Wenshu's seriousness, Ling Chen loosely leaned on the sofa and said casually: "You say."

Zhu Wenshu: "..."